The simple man knelt down, his whole body seemed to be trembling, his wrinkled old face was tense, helpless, painful, hope and other emotions entangled with complex emotions, tightly pulling Zhao Changhe's trousers corners and howling.
Most of the dozens of people in the hall cast disgusting eyes. The people here are doing their own work, the reporters are busy interviewing, and the youth representatives were originally immersed in the joy of the upcoming honor, all of a sudden. Interrupted by this person, a cold and hostile mood filled the room unconsciously.
"District Zhao, you help us, we really can't live anymore. Wang Jianming sent someone to smash my workshop. My old mother was "forced" to be sick by them... He... He is not a human!"
The simple man roared in pain, and pointed slightly at Wang Jianming not far away with a trembling finger, with a kind of anger, but also seemed to contain infinite fear.
The reporters present were all well-informed people. Faced with this situation, they all understood that this should be the victim of the new land opening case in Huainan District of the China National Construction Group, the so-called nail who took the lead in protest before. The household representative is Yu Tiejun, right? Before, he had written protest letters to the provincial and municipal "governments" and major media, which caused a lot of trouble, so everyone had some impressions.
Nancheng is an important economic town in the central region, and the development of real estate is a leading project that drives the economy. The real estate industry has developed rapidly in recent years. Major real estate companies have expanded their territory. These forced demolitions and relocations are indispensable. Everyone is not surprised. Guojian's invisible methods are commonplace in everyone's eyes.
Only a small group of people sighed secretly in their hearts, and the feeling of incompetence emerged when they blamed themselves. Sometimes people let themselves become numb to make it easier.
"District Zhao, if you don't promise me today, our family will really have nowhere to survive." Yu Tiejun's eyes were red, and he pleaded bitterly.
Wang Jianming’s usual demolition strategy is to get rid of the most stubborn people who do not sign the agreement first, and use thunder means to suppress them to a situation where they will never be overwhelmed, and they will play a role in killing chickens and monkeys. Then basically no one will dare to resist. Now, this trick is unsatisfactory, and Yu Tiejun is obviously the chicken that was killed.
The embarrassing scene made Zhao Changhe's face a little pale, and he was embarrassed to get Yu Tiejun. He is a well-known district mayor in Nancheng with a good reputation. He almost became an Olympic torch in 2008. Hands, on this occasion, it is indeed a bit ugly.
"My fellow, you get up first." Zhao Changhe forced a smile on his face, but he couldn't get rid of this stubborn and simple man like Tie Jun.
I went to Zhao Changhe once and again. I also noticed that an honest person like Yu Tiejun didn’t get a word from him today. I was afraid that he would stay with him for one day. He looked at Wang Jianming next to him reluctantly, and Wang Jianming nodded calmly. , Several staff members next to him came to help pull Yu Tiejun away.
A few people cursed and tried to break his hand forcibly, but they didn't always succeed. They couldn't help being a little irritated, and shouted, "Let go!" They stepped forward to surround him, and several arrogant direct punches and kicks were added. He couldn't hum miserably with Tie Jun, but his eyes were still full of persistence. He dragged Zhao Changhe's trousers without letting go. The blood stains on his face flowed down, and everyone felt his heart tightened.
Many young reporters turned their backs unconsciously and couldn't bear to watch.
"How are you beating people... If you have something to say, you can't say it well..." At this moment, I heard a refreshing Taiwanese voice, and Xia Meng, a petite body, rushed forward, struggling to pull away the men besieging the iron army without any hesitation.
Xia Meng’s thin body seemed even weaker and weaker in the chaotic scene. Wang Jianming looked at his people and was a little afraid to touch Xia Meng. He cursed and pulled her away in person, but she was hurt by her. Scratching his shoulder armor, he exclaimed angrily, "Little girl, let's mix it up, get out of here!"
With a slap up, Xia Meng's face was shaved, and Xia Meng was slapped back a few steps with a "pop". Wang Jianming was born as a figure in the rivers and lakes in his early years. , And not so much scruples, after all, the longer this situation lasts, the bigger his face will be lost, and he doesn't care about demeanor.
Seeing Xia Meng’s face being slapped a little, her eyes flashed with helplessness but she was ready to rush forward, Yang Can in the crowd finally couldn’t help but a fire ignited in her heart, ready to help. While supporting Xia Meng, he suddenly heard Yu Tiejun's desperate roar: "Okay. You won't let me live... I won't let you live..." Suddenly he took out a dagger from his arms and swung it like crazy. , The few staff members were horrified and panicked and backed away a few steps. Many people around also gave out a burst of exclamation and fled in fright.
In the extreme chaos, the bruised and bloody Yu Tiejun was like crazy, put the knife on the neck of Zhao Changhe, who was already scared, and retreated to the door and closed the door, leaning against the door with a knife. The people in the room shuddered and yelled: "Don't come here! Come and we will die together." He tore off his vest, and there was a circle of black tape on his stomach. I didn't know what it was.
As soon as he saw this stuff, Yang Can, who was still watching coldly just now, changed his face on the spot. He had already seen the consciousness text on Yu Tiejun’s head. This man who was “forced” into a desperate situation was really desperate. The bomb is tied to his waist. Although it is not powerful, it will be unimaginable if it is detonated in such a densely populated area.
The people at the scene panicked, most of them retreated to the end in fright. Only a few brave Wang Jianming were left, shouting loudly: "Put down the knife... Put down!" "Do you know what you are doing? Threatening. Leader, so bold!" Obviously, he didn't know what was tied to Yu Tiejun's waist.
The familiar Youxiang surrounded her nose, and Jian Xiaoxue's Qingli figure floated in front of Yang Can.